Goddess, the sounds and the sensation of being open are both horrifying and arousing.
“You’ll need to take my cock here often, or you’ll tighten up, and I’ll need to start all over again.”
“Please, I don’t like it.”
He plunges three fingers deeply, and my back arches up. “Yes!”
“Is that better, love? Better when I fill you up?”
I whimper, my hips lifting in encouragement for him to ease the ache. “I need more. Please, Aramis. I need you inside me.”
His fingers withdraw, and he rolls onto his back, lifting me over him. I growl my disapproval as exhausted thigh muscles are spread wide over his much larger bulk. My slick leaks over his firm abdominals, even this light stimulation as my clit slides over his firm flesh brings a groan to my lips. His cock, thick and heavy, pulses against my opening.
“My cock is yours,” he says, grey eyes turning black. “Use it however you need.”
I’m exhausted; my arms shake as I try to hold myself over him so that I might claim the hot flesh and fill this terrible emptiness. He doesn’t help as he watches me struggle to lift myself onto his burning length.
My hands shake, my legs tremble. I’m near insensible with the strain of fitting the tip to my weeping entrance. A sob escapes me as his cock finally breeches me. “Goddess, yes!” I collapse, a scream tearing from my lips when his hard flesh spears savagely inside.
He purrs, rising up, his arms shackling my waist, keeping me locked upon his throbbing cock. “Hush, love, open for me.”
Tears stream down my cheeks. The pulsing pain consumes me.
Gentle fingers brush knotty hair from my damp cheeks. The tenderness of his kiss against my temple goes to war with the fiery pain. He palms my throat, his other arm clamping tighter around my hips before he drags me up and slams me down.
“Oh!”
The pain explodes into pleasure. It consumes me one savage thrust at a time. I sob openly, sweet agony and joy at being filled, pussy fluttering and already close to the glorious peak. Our flesh slaps together. His great strength and my small size making it easy for him to fuck me on and off his cock.
“Do you need my knot, Princess? Do you need your hot little cunt to be forced open around my knot?”
“Please!”
I’m bounced off and on with greater vigor. I feel myself opening even more, feel the thick ridge sliding past my tight entrance with every wet slap.
“Grip me, Rosa. Clench like I taught you.”
I try to do as he asks, feeling the swell growing, forcing him to slow until the bulbous knot locks.
White sparks dance behind my eyes, and pleasure blooms deep inside, spreading out over my skin in waves of pinpricks. My wild moans merge with his savage roar.
A hot flood fills me up.
He rocks me, rubbing my swollen clit against his crotch and bringing another pounding wave of heavenly contractions.
Mated and thoroughly ravished, I find happiness beyond earthly measure. It crashes over me like a great roaring wave, bringing tears of joy coursing down my cheeks.
Seeking lips meet and tongues entwine. Where our chests touch, I can feel two hearts beat in tandem.
When our lips part, our eyes meet, and I look at the man I’ve bonded to in wonder.
“I didn’t know it would be like this,” I say. His storm-grey eyes hold impossible beauty, and I know I’m Goddess-blessed to have found a love transcendent.
Aramis
Her words bring the feeling of fullness to my chest again. I started out looking for a duchy, now I see that Rosa is the highest form of treasure worth infinitely more. Easing from her warmth is a form of torture endured only with the knowledge that we shall soon be in a safer place where I may sate my need for her again.
But darkness is falling, and it is time for us to leave.
There are twigs and leaves in the hair of my little ravished doe. It takes all my considerable willpower not to fall upon her and ravish her all over again. I promise myself that the next time I fill her, it will be in the comfort of a home and nest.
But we are not yet home, and this Goddess-blessed interlude will not last. It’s my duty to protect the gift I have been given.
Her pretty eyes watch me as I dress. My pants and boots are in a good state, but her dress has served as bedding for us and is utterly ruined.
I see her eyeing her ballgown as I gather my cloak from the horse’s saddle. A pink flush covers her cheeks when I wrap her in my cloak and nothing else. Given I have taken her with such vigor over the passing night and day, I find her modesty endearing.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
She is so tiny as she stands before me, blue eyes gazing up at me with questions.
“Home,” I say, my lips tugging up at her shocked expression.
Rosalind
“Home,” he says with a familiar smirk upon his lips that I don’t see as cruel anymore. Turning from me, he collects the saddle from the ground and settles it over his horse’s back.
Where is home? Not here—not anywhere, for I have plunged us through the portal, and we can never go home again.
My brows draw together as I watch him tighten the girdle. “But we cannot go home,” I say. I’m lost. A kind of lost that’s as much about inside a person as outside.
The halter comes next, slipping over the muzzle of his horse, bit sliding between teeth. Aramis is gentle as he slips it over ears and adjusts it against the mane. The horse snorts softly, nudging his master as he seeks attention.
Broad hands patting the neck of his gelding, Aramis turns to look at me. “You really did learn nothing of portal laws,” he says dryly.
My chagrin rises. I’m about to demand that Aramis give me a straight answer, for I’m a princess and even an Omega princess deserves a measure of respect. But my mouth opens and closes again without me uttering a word. His thorough claiming and the punishment are still fresh. My bottom aches a little where he spanked it, and I’m worried my poor pussy will never be the same again.
The mere thought of his ravishment brings a tightness to my womb that is both sharp and pleasurable in the darkest of ways.
Heat enters his pale eyes as the pupils grow until they almost swallow the storm-grey. “So, you can learn some lessons, Princess.” He walks the horse over to me, and gathering my hand in his, guides us the short distance through the trees and back to the path.
I steel myself to see the slain beast, but I notice it is not there as we emerge.
I can only wonder for a moment because a faint shimmering grows in the middle of the path, growing, swirling, and condensing until it forms into a portal.
The portal.
“But how?” I turn to find Aramis studying me. It brings a tightness to my chest and a sense of wonder that this Alpha is now my mate.
“I have heard that the Goddess can bestow gifts such as this on occasion,” Aramis says. “I prayed that the portal might return.”
I turn back to the shimmering portal. I’m fearful of passing through again, but I do not know this place, and I want desperately to return to the familiar lands I call home. “Will it really take us back?” I ask.
“There is only one way to find out,” he says.
He lifts me up into the saddle, mounts behind me, and with a gentle click of his tongue, the horse moves forward.