The Beast's Virgin Claim

"You are hard," I whisper erotically stroking the full thick length of his humungous cock with my ass cheeks. I whine with a thrill when he lightly slaps my dangling tit in warning his teeth unveiled to me.

"What have I told you about teasing?" His low hoarse voice has my cunt spurt out my juices that leak down my calves. I spread my eager palms over his and add pressure to his massage making him fondle me in the way I like it, the way I need it. I do not know who is the real pervert between the two of us, him or me?

"Oh goddess, yes!" My toes curl inward and my palms unknowingly settle against the mirror my nails digging into the glass as Phobos does exactly as I demanded from him.

He kneads my breasts more brutally forcing more of my milk to dribble down my heaving chest whilst he begins to barbarously hump me from behind losing his struggle with himself only to fully yield to our insatiable urge to devour the other. He gives in to his wickedness.

His right palm coils itself around my neck in a firm grip holding me in place causing me to submit to his wildness whilst his left strokes and squeezes my breast with a roughness that almost has my reach rapture.

"I am always endeavouring to be gentle with you, but you make it so challenging for me."

"I never asked you to be gentle with me. I asked you to be rougher and you refused." A fierce ruthless thrust of his hips onto mine has me cry out and him grunt huskily with pleasure from the base of his truth. A sonorous guttural sound that kindles an inextinguishable wildfire within me, this male is truly the definition of an untamed seducer one whom I cannot get enough of.

One whom I am undeniably addicted to.

"Like this?" He asks breathlessly into my ear his sinful slimy tongue tasting the outer shell.

"Yes just like this. What have you done to me Phobos?"

"No, my sunflower. What have you done to me?"

As he fucks me mercilessly against the sink with our clothes functioning as the critical barrier between my sodden cunt and his rock hard cock my fingers drag up the hem of my dress so they can shamelessly sink into my drenched panties and circle my inflated clit. He releases my neck to grab my jaw and harshly raise my face upward so our eyes clash in the mirror.

"I want to see your face when you cum and I want you to witness your male cum in his pants all because of his filthy female.

The males in our pack would never respect me if they come to know of this, that their Král becomes a juvenile at the hands of his female." He snarls as I circle my clit faster whilst fingering myself to the sight of his raw feral beauty, to the sight of his face twisting with gratification.

"Oh, Phobos." I whimper aloud my hips bucking meeting his thrusts in the middle and my male allows a vociferous growl part his mighty chest whilst his sharp teeth plunge into the tender flesh of my neck as we both reach euphoria as one.

Phobos jerks wildly behind me discharging his semen into his pants with a clamorous snarl as my fluid flows out my content cunt to further dampen my already soaked panties. I take a good look at myself in the mirror my cheeks are flushed, my neck is bleeding to his possessive bite, my hair is dishevelled and my milk is smeared all over my breasts and belly and I like how I look.

Phobos is always the artist and when he is done with working with the canvas that is my flesh, the masterpiece he creates often leaves me speechless.

As our harsh and heavy breathing shifts into a slow calming one, I smile up at Phobos revealing to him just how much I enjoyed this. Our passion that I thought was dead was merely simmering beneath the barriers my male had put up waiting to be unleashed.

"You liked it." It is not a question from him but a statement of ultimate truth.

"Yes. I craved it for a long time."

"But you want more."

"I want you to lose control and feed on my flesh freely as you did in the past," I say whilst lifting the thin straps of my dress and fastening them in place over my shoulders. Silence greets me and I already know what is coming.

"How are your breasts? Do they feel better now?" He is brisk to change the topic as I expected and I sigh with understanding, he is still overwhelmed by his fears and insecurities. Perhaps he needs more time.

"I feel much better, thank you. But I suppose I must request Lumina for a milk pump." I mutter as his thumbs gently swipe my erect teats that jut out from beneath my dress.

"There is no need for such things."

"There is a need, Phobos. I cannot keep pumping the extra milk out with my hands. We will need to bottle feed Tadeas soon and I need to store the milk for him."

"When it is time to bottle feed him you can ask Lumina but until then..."

"Until then what?"

"I shall do it for you but I now know that I do not prefer using my hands." I scowl in confusion at his words. What is this male saying, how else is he supposed to aid me then?

"I do not understand," I say as the tips of his lips tilt upward to reveal a subtle smirk. He leans closer to me his palms grabbing onto the sink and I take a stumbling step back as he traps me against the basin.