However, my first prediction does not come true.
In the end, it is not fatigue that stops her deliberate swings of the chair into the glass. It is the release of a new heat that causes her to drop the now ruined piece of furniture.
“Fuccccckkkk!!!!” she screams at the ceiling as the smell of her heat fills the room.
“Will you try to run away, she-wolf?” I ask her. “Perhaps this time up the stairs?”
I make my tone as derisive as possible because she still does not understand… “Believe me, I was not pleased when my male works descended for you of all females. This business between us has ruined and delayed so many of my plans. But, understand, she-wolf, there is no running from this. For either of us.”
My she-wolf raises herself to her full height, her eyes blazing, even as her body trembles with the lust of her heat.
And I wait, my own body poised to give chase if she does not heed my all-to-true warning.
But in the end, she turns around to face the window.
“I hate you,” she whispers. “I hate this.”
Then she bends over, extends her backside and raises her nightgown to reveal her female works. Which are dripping with heat.
There is an opportunity to speak many cruel truths here. After all, I have won. But blind lust blanks my mind.
I cross the space at lightning speed and mount her the same as I would if she were a drakki, one foot coming up to brace against the side of her thigh.
However, that is where all comparisons between her and a drakki end. She is much softer than the female of my species. Her body is a vertiginous landscape of curves, and I cannot stay my hands from touching…exploring. Even though this breeding act is only meant to be a means to an end.
This time, it is not necessary for her to guide me in. With an instinct I wouldn’t have known it possessed, my primary cock finds her breeding hole and with a thrust of my hips, I’m in.
A long hiss escapes from my capped tongue. The feel of her…so tight and wet around my seeding vessel.
“Reverence!” I hiss in the old language. I use my superior weight to anchor her luscious body into the glass and begin taking her with long, slow punishing strokes.
“Oh fuck, why does that feel so good?” she answers.
I treasure the whine in her voice, the way her breath fogs up the glass as she complains about what I’m doing to her.
“You will take my seed and in your womb, my progeny will grow,” I whisper into her ear. Then I grip her hips and drive myself in even deeper.
It is both too much and not enough. I want more of her than I am getting, but the exquisite feeling of being this deep inside of her sex is too much to bear.
For either of us. She begins to quiver around my primary seeder, releasing even more of her heat essence down my pulsing cock. She screams as she peaks, clamping down hard. The sensation!
One moment I am a drakkon king, taking what belongs to me. And in the next, I am falling over the edge with her. Unable to hold on. My primary cock jerks then spews into her, giving forth all of my seed.
The feelings…they aren’t just in my chest flame now. They light up my entire body as I once again swell and spike.
As with the last two times, she crests again when I lock myself into her. And I enjoy the feel of her writhing underneath me as she moans helplessly into the window’s glass.
However, as her moans decelerate into whimpers, the stupidity of my rash decision to take her against the front window soon becomes apparent.
My strength is immeasurable, but with my cock embedded so deep inside her from behind, there is no good way to get her back up the stairs into a bed or even to the couch on the other side of the receiving room. And as my she-wolf trembles, coming down from her second peak, I know she will not be long for consciousness.
The floor it is then…I lower us down to the carpet.
After I arrange our bodies upon the floor, I cover her body with half of mine, curving an arm over her torso and laying a leg down on top of hers.
She stiffens. “What are you doing.”
“Attempting to keep you warm,” I answer.
A long pause. Then, “Why? I know you hate me.”
No, Reverence. You know nothing about me at all if you believe I hate you.
But I say nothing out loud. I cannot let her discover how much power she has over me. That would be a disaster. All my plans so finely crafted over centuries would be ruined.
So I lie there silent, waiting for her to fall asleep. But I can feel the confusion and upset feelings over our mate bond, keeping her awake.