Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
It seemed like forever she was there on her knees in the moonlight, her pussy stuffed to the limit with the Beast’s massive cock as he filled her with his cream. And Sam’s own orgasm was somehow still happening, her pussy milking him diligently as though she was begging for more and more—which the Beast was more than willing to give her.
At last, however, the steady stream of hot seed slowed and then stopped completely. But the Beast didn’t withdraw from her.
Instead, he turned them both on their sides and lay there, still connected to Sam in the most intimate way.
“Oh, Beast!” she moaned softly as she felt his big, furry body curl around her own. His cock was still lodged firmly inside her, his knot keeping her plugged so that not a single bit of his seed leaked out.
When Sam looked down, she swore that her lower belly was bulging from all the cream he’d pumped into her.
The Beast seemed to like this effect because one big, warm hand came down to cup and caress her lower belly.
It was almost like he was saying that he hoped he had gotten her pregnant, Sam thought dimly. Like he was caressing the place where his child might grow.
“Beast,” she moaned softly. “Did…did you get me pregnant? Do you know? Can…can you tell?”
But this was apparently a question that was too complex for the Beast’s primitive mind. His only answer was a low, rumbling,
“MINE.”
And then he pulled Sam even closer to him and put one muscular, furry arm around her.
Sam sighed. The thought of trying to wiggle away from him crossed her mind…and was immediately rejected. There was no way she was going anywhere with his massive knot still swelled inside her and plugging her pussy. Besides, she had no energy left to try and get away. She couldn’t ever remember being so exhausted in her life.
Closing her eyes, she let herself relax in the Beast’s warm embrace. And after a while, though she would have thought it would be impossible, she drifted off to sleep with his cock still lodged firmly in her pussy.
20
R’ORN
R’orn woke in the early morning, stark naked but with his still-erect cock bathed in a deliciously tight, warm wetness. The scent of growing things was all around him and someone small and feminine was in his arms.
Mmm, must be having a dream, was his first thought. But then he opened his eyes and saw that he was lying outside and curled around a small, plump female. Not just any female, though—Samantha! She was half naked, topless and wearing only a black skirt and the thick black boots she favored. Her shirt lay shredded on the ground beside them.
Memories rushed back to him—killing her attacker and then the Beast taking over and running her down and then…
Gods! What he did to her—what we did to her!
R’orn felt sick. He had not been gentle with her the night before. And even though it had been his Beast in the driver’s seat, he couldn’t place all the blame on the creature that lived inside him. He felt the same desires his Beast did—he was just as responsible for what had happened. He had run her down, taken her hard, and even now he was still buried inside her.
Just as he was thinking this, Samantha began stirring.
“Who…what…?” She opened her eyes and looked around, clearly disorientated. “Why am I sleeping on the ground? And why am I so sore?” she murmured.
“That’s because of me,” R’orn said hoarsely. “Goddess, baby, I’m so fucking sorry!”
“What?” She looked up at him, frowning. “Oh, it’s you! I thought your Beast was still here.”
“He’s gone back inside,” R’orn said grimly. “Now that the damage is done and he’s had his pleasure.”
“He appears to be still having it. Or, er, you are, anyway.” She looked down between her legs where R’orn was still filling her.
“Fuck! I’m sorry!” R’orn apologized again. He started to pull out, but she stopped him with a hand on his leg.
“Wait! Slowly,” she begged. “Do it slowly, R’orn. I’m really sore—your Beast is a lot to take.”
“You should never have had to take him,” R’orn said grimly as he slowly and carefully withdrew from her. “I should have kept better control of him.”
“You warned me what would happen,” Samantha pointed out. “You—ohhh!”
Her words ended in a gasp as his shaft at last came free from her pussy and with it, a gush of white cream.
“Goddess!” R’orn groaned. He couldn’t believe how much he’d filled her with!
“Thought…you didn’t believe in the Goddess.” Samantha winced as she slowly sat up.
“After last night, I’m a believer,” R’orn told her. “She sent me to come help you—told me you were being attacked.”
“Ugh—by Slasher69. That freak!” She shivered and then looked up at him. “I can’t believe you killed him!”