Page 10 of My Treasure
GILLAM
My body was changing.In the back of my mind, I knew I could be worried or even afraid, but I couldn’t find any fear in me when Fergus was with me. He’d left once early in the morning to bring food and new clothes for me. But otherwise, he was here, touching me, holding me, talking to me… making love to me.
I was changing for him.
My underbelly grew into a small cushion as my womb uncoiled and my insides softened. My hole loosened, stretched by his cock, and every time he knotted me, he seemed to reach deeper until I could feel him everywhere. I couldn’t get enough of him.
Last night, I woke up on a moan with a lovely feeling in my hole. The gentlest touch to my opening sent tendrils of delight through my lower body, and I parted my legs on instinct, still half asleep. Curving my spine, I chased the sensations. Big hands held my ass cheeks open, and something delved inside me, soft, wet, and hot…
A kiss. Fergus was kissing my hole, making love to it, licking into me, and oh lord, I’d never felt anything so delightful in my entire life. The peak washed over me, slow and gentle, and Fergus groaned into me, drinking the juices from my body.
Then he tugged my hips up and took me on all fours, the same way animals mate. His cock brought even more of the sweet pain I craved in my center, and I keened and wailed, coming for him endlessly. It had been mere days since I woke up in his bed, but I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I barely remembered who I’d been before I belonged to him. The knot lasted longer, and I slept full of it, dreaming of him.
This morning I noticed how my nipples had darkened. The flesh underneath them seemed to ache, and I rubbed at them, worried.
But Fergus smiled when he saw. Pulling my hands away, he skimmed his thumb over one nipple.
“Let me,” he whispered. “It’ll feel good.”
He laid me against the pillows and kissed down my throat, brushing his hands over my chest. Then he wrapped his lips around my left nipple, and I arched into the feeling, crying out.
He began sucking, pulling more flesh into his mouth, and I stared at him in surprise. It felt so good, the gentlest pleasure swirling through my chest. At the tip of my other nipple, a drop of clear liquid gathered. Fergus swiped it up with his fingertip and tapped his finger against my lips. I licked it, tasting the drop. My tutor hadn’t told me that I’d have milk during my heat. Was it milk? It smelled like sweet, flowery wine and tasted delicious. Sucking harder, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He swallowed a few times and kissed me, sharing more of the lovely taste with me. Then he took the other nipple into his mouth, sucked hard, and out of nowhere, I came. My nipples must have released more liquid with the peak because Fergus growled and gulped, the suction getting almost painful.
He licked my chest clean and gathered me to him, tucking my head under his chin. His huge cock was hard, pressed against my side, but he seemed content to just hold me for now.
“We call it lover’s milk,” he said, reading the questions in my mind. “Your body now loves me, and the milk is its gift for me.” He hummed, nuzzling my hair. “You taste like manna, darling.”
“Will it always be like this?”
“No. After your heat, the lover’s milk will disappear again. Next time your chest swells, the milk will be white and creamy. For our child.”
Our child.
He’d breed me, and I’d carry his baby. Why didn’t it unsettle me? Shouldn’t I be worried? Shouldn’t I protest his claims on my body? But Fergus’s hand caressed my stomach, stroking the small cushion underneath my belly button, and I sighed with contentment. I imagined my stomach bigger, round, my mate’s hands warming it, and I smiled, closing my eyes.
8
FERGUS
When Gillam stirredin the middle of the night, his chest full and nipples straining, I sucked him empty again. He writhed in my arms, his moans like a song. Then he held his legs open with his arms wrapped around his knees, and he begged with his glistening eyes. His wet, gaping hole clenched hungrily and opened even wider, waiting.
I was so lucky. My mate loved my cock and craved a rough fuck. To think he’d been untouched a few days ago.
Rubbing my cockhead over the needy opening, I studied his gorgeous face. He bit his lower lip and whimpered softly. His rim clenched on nothing again, the scent of another heat wave swiftly filling the room.
“Please, Fergus…”
“What, darling?”
“Fill me. Please. It aches.”
“What aches?”
“My hole. I’m so empty. Fuck my hole, please. Give me your cock and knot me.”
Oh, his begging. Mmm. The crown popped right in, and I slid into him, eager to touch his ripening womb. When I bottomed out, Gillam cried out with raw lust. Braced with my arms on the bed, I watched my shaft sink into his body over and over, his pink rim glistening with slick, his little dick bouncing, milky cum dripping from the tiny slit. The sealed mouth to his womb throbbed against my cockhead. He seemed delirious, a thin sheen of sweat covering his torso, and a dark flush spreading through his pale skin. I couldn’t tell anymore when he was coming. His hole clenched on my shaft, spasming fitfully, and his cries became long and guttural.
I’d turned my beautiful innocent prince into a cock-hungry beast.
