His instinctive thrusting grows faster and faster, less coherent and more of a wild mess, heedless of me or anything other than the biological urge to reproduce. His balls are tightening. I’m going to be his mate, his claimed woman in this wild world he’s tearing through.
And as he bites on my neck, teeth digging sweetly into me while my nails streak across his back, nothing in the world could seem sweeter to me.
I let out a loud scream that mingles with his groan as we come together. Pearly, priceless seed issues out of the tip of his cock like a fresh spring. I’m torn between wanting to lap it up or take all of it into my needy, fertile womb as he pours himself into me, his spout utterly unleashed. He grabs my hips and pulls me closer onto him as he lets more and more of himself pulse into my cunt, plastering the inner walls with thick, pearly, liquid white gold.
I’m vaguely aware of him holding me up as he comes, and he bends me down, cradling me in his arms like a demigod carrying away a mortal as he angles me down to let more and more of his seed jet into me.
I’m a vessel for him, his superior seed planting in me more sweetly than anything my hormone-addled mind could have thought up. I grasp desperately for his abs and chest as he spills out into me, and finally, after what feels like an eternity I never want to end, the flow subsides, and his cock rests inside me as we’re left breathing in the afterglow of animalistic sex.
The only place I ever want to be from here on out.
6
“Oh my god,” I breathe as I look out the plane window a month later, watching the English landscape below as we approach the London airport. It’s a breathtaking sight. Tristan gives me a gentle hug from my side, his huge arm more secure than the seatbelts of the plane as he chuckles.
“Home sweet home,” he muses.
I’ve gotten my parents’ permission to pack up and ship out with Tristan, and while it took some convincing, we’re heading back to his homeland to check out some universities. Tristan wants to keep his authority-free streak, but I want to be able to say I made the most out of what life has given me.
And it’s given me so much, I think as I rub my belly. Tristan catches me doing so, and I’m not able to hide my expression of joy as he starts to open his mouth to ask.
Before he can though, I just smile.
“It’s a boy,” I say, and his face glows with pride, his hands wrapping lovingly around my hips. “I can just feel it.”
“Have you taken a test?”
I nod softly. In fact, I took it on the plane a few minutes ago, but I was able to keep it hidden pretty well, until now. There’s nothing that gets past Tristan, but I still get the pleasure of breaking the news. “But I already knew.”
We’re launching into the newest chapter of our lives in the best way possible — I’m going to have as many children as Tristan’s limitless seed will put in me, and with his resources, we’ll have the very best environment to raise them in. And as for us, well, besides my schooling, engagement has been brought up more than once. We know we’re going to get married, probably back on Marble Mountain where we shared our passion together for the first time, but he hasn’t actually popped the question formally yet. He says he’s still working on the ring for that.
It’s being specially constructed, in Monaco.